Grateful for Autism

I had the luxury of a carefree childhood. I had the luxury of growing up without worry or fear.

The innocence of my childhood ended on September 11, 2001. I was 25 years old.

Born and raised in New York City, the World Trade Center was part of my everyday life. My aunt had a hair salon there for years. My father worked blocks away. I attended college within walking distance. (The morning the Towers collapsed, I was supposed to go down to school to buy my school books.)